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作词 : Riley |
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I'm risin like the vapors from the dank |
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************* the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank |
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What you thank? walk the plank, is my mother****** attitude |
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Right hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leanin |
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To the latitude, actin rude can get you blown up, to'n up |
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But these teeny-boppers ain't gon' live to be a grown up |
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My mother****** done got hisself into a spot |
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I got this nine, but it jam on every fifth shot |
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If we gon' do this, we could this, but i'm trippin off |
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The factor that these bastards put me through this |
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Nuttin ass tricks, gangin up on my homie |
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Now i gots to do some *************t, to leave yo' kids lonely |
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The level of my life should be higher |
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Told e-roc to jump in, and get up out the line of fire |
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Made a three point turn, as the three joints burned |
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Off they lips, actin hard wit they face held firm |
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Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk |
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You got a gat, i got a gat - now is you requestin funk? |
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They said no, e-roc yelled, "trick!!" |
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When we start the revolution all they probably do is snitch |
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Chorus: boots |
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When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch |
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When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch |
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When we start the revolution, all they, probably do is snitch! |
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When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch |
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When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch |
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When we start this revolution, all they, probably do is snitch! |
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[boots] |
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I used to work at mickey d's |
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And to my old buster-ass manager, licky deez |
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Had me workin on hands and knees, scrubbin grease |
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And in the summer with the oven on, it's hundred-ten degrees |
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I would despise flippin fries, i guess his *************-ass |
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Thought he was the *************t, with his little red and gold tie |
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I asked him why i couldn't get mo' hours |
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He said it must be cause i lacked the mental powers |
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If i was smart then i would be in his position |
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I left his nose in a busted up condition |
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Only came back for my last check to pay me off |
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He told me then, that he wasn't gonna lay me off |
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Said i should quit and it would be to my enjoyment |
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I fell for it and couldn't get my unemployment |
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To all the managers, on all the *************fts |
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When we start this revolution, all y'all probably do is snitch! |
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Chorus |
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[boots] |
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Now hella my folks got respect for you, killa |
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Wit a raised black fist, and a pocket full of scrilla |
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Cap peelers want your autograph, say you know the path |
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But i do the math, my game bursts, like a bubble in the bath |
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Punk asses like you is just here for confusion |
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Be abusin rhetoric, and it's slightly amusin |
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You be cruisin all the networks, ebony and jet works |
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'long witcha efforts, now what's yo' net worth? |
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If you ain't talkin bout endin exploitation |
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Then you just another sambo in syndication |
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Always sayin words that's gon' bring about elation |
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Never doin *************t, that's gon' bring us vindication |
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And while we gettin strangled by the slave-wage grippers |
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You wanna do the same, and say we should put you in business? |
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So you'll be next to the rulin class, lyin in a ditch |
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Cause when we start this revolution, all you probably do is snitch! |
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(snitch.. snitch.. snitch.. snitch..) |
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Chorus |
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[ragga chat] |
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Busterismology, we don't want it no sir |
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Come and take a look, come and take a look a little closer |
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Busterismology, it dangerous like cancer |
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Busterismology, it only fi bustas (2x) |
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[pam the funkstress] |
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Ye-ye-yeah-ye-ye-ye-yeah |
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This is the pam the funkstress |
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Comin at you, on the microphone like thisss |
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About to break it down and let you know |
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What busterismology is all about |
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A buster is a mother****** who will sell you out |
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For a glass of water when it's raining |
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Busterism is what busters do |
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And last but not least, busterismology |
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Is the study of all these mother******s to learn |
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If you do not know, now you know |
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What busterismology is all about |
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Nine-eight (nine-eight) the coup (the coup) |
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Boots (boots) and me pam the funkstress |
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(pam the funkstress) |